Those Damn Cheerios..., chapter 1
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"Hey, Mike... Looky... My alphabits say 'oooo'," Tre said thoughtfully, fiddleing with his spoon in his cereal bowl, watching the milk and 'ooo's spill over each other.
"pffft...That's because they're cheerios Tre, not Alphabits." Mike wiped the remaining drops of coffee from his lips, and got up to put his mug in the sink.
"Hmm..." Tre wasn't his usual self today. He knew Mike was doing something behind his back, something he didn't want him to know. "OW! Hey... -the fuck..." Tre rubbed the side of his head where something had hit him. He looked down to the floor, seeing an orange rolling sloppily away from him. Now he was frustrated, Mike and his stupid orange had broken him away from his deep thoughts of concentration.
Tre looked up at Mike, startled. Mike was just laughing to himself. How could he be pleased with himself?, Tre thought, He's up to something...
"Man, don't fucking hit me ever again." Tre shot up from the table leaving his bowl and spoon behind him. He went to the living room and spread out to his liking on the couch.
Mike trudged in behind him and tried to sit next to his friend, but Tre would just shift his position to take up the space Mike wanted, just making him angry.
"Damn you, Tre," Mike gave up and sat down in another chair across from where Tre was sitting. "I was gonna say sorry too."
"Grrr..." Mike rolled his eyes.
"Oh, stop it, Tre, you're such a whiner."
"Nuh-uh!" Tre rolled onto his side, and glared at Mike.
"Then what? You've been really... serious lately."
Tre was totally apaled by Mike. Was it not normal for Tre to be serious? Was he only to be known as the 'funny' guy? Tre's jaw had dropped. He just rolled over to lay on his other side, his back now turned to Mike. He crossed his arms across his chest and bit his lip to keep from screaming. Tre was human too. He can be serious, can't he?
"Ugh! TRE! You fucking baby! You tell me what's wrong right now. Don't make me get up!"
"Pffft... You sound like my mom..."
"Well, at least you had a mom. Now, tell me what's wrong. WE've been friends for years... You don't need to hide anything." Mike's voice was so calm, peaceful, caring almost.
But it just blew Tre up. He fell off the couch (rolled off really). He sat himself up on the floor with his hands and glowered angrily at Mike.
"ME! I'm not hiding anything! You're the one who's hiding shit, Mike. I may act stupid sometimes, Mike, but that doesn't mean I am stupid."
Mike's mouth was the one who was hanging open now. But oddly enough, he wasn't hiding anything either... Tre was totally wrong.
"Good god Tre! What do you think I'm hiding? There's no Dominated Love Slaves in my basement, no teenies on the sidewalk, I mean... Come on!" Mike got up from his chair angrily. He ripped at his hair, pacing back and forth. He had nothing to hide from Tre. He stopped pacing, pointed a finger a Tre, and then at the door. "If you are gonna blame me for something... then... I-I'm just gonna leave, okay?"
A smile grew across Tre's face... Mike was hiding something... He would never be this defensive if he wasn't... "Mike.. tsk, tsk, tsk... Whoever yells the loudest is the most guilty..." Tre wagged a finger at Mike. Mike put his hands on his hips, rolled his eyes, and tsked loudly.
"Ugh... Tre... I'm not hiding anything okay?" Mike was getting flustered, face reddening. He knew he was caught. But what could he say? Tre always got to him, very easily.
"HA! I got you, haven't I? Now, just tell me... heh... I'm good..."
Tre leaned his back against the couch, still sitting comfortably on the carpet. Mike sat down next to him.
"Yes..." He admitted, slightly laughing in his embarrassment, "You get me everytime, Tre." But Mike's smirk suddenly died off his face. He had just realized the true hardness of his situation. It was bad, real bad. It would hurt the man sitting next to him so badly, break his heart.... Maybe even kill him...
How could he tell his best friend he had slept with his girlfriend?
"Hey, Mike... Looky... My alphabits say 'oooo'," Tre said thoughtfully, fiddleing with his spoon in his cereal bowl, watching the milk and 'ooo's spill over each other.
"pffft...That's because they're cheerios Tre, not Alphabits." Mike wiped the remaining drops of coffee from his lips, and got up to put his mug in the sink.
"Hmm..." Tre wasn't his usual self today. He knew Mike was doing something behind his back, something he didn't want him to know. "OW! Hey... -the fuck..." Tre rubbed the side of his head where something had hit him. He looked down to the floor, seeing an orange rolling sloppily away from him. Now he was frustrated, Mike and his stupid orange had broken him away from his deep thoughts of concentration.
Tre looked up at Mike, startled. Mike was just laughing to himself. How could he be pleased with himself?, Tre thought, He's up to something...
"Man, don't fucking hit me ever again." Tre shot up from the table leaving his bowl and spoon behind him. He went to the living room and spread out to his liking on the couch.
Mike trudged in behind him and tried to sit next to his friend, but Tre would just shift his position to take up the space Mike wanted, just making him angry.
"Damn you, Tre," Mike gave up and sat down in another chair across from where Tre was sitting. "I was gonna say sorry too."
"Grrr..." Mike rolled his eyes.
"Oh, stop it, Tre, you're such a whiner."
"Nuh-uh!" Tre rolled onto his side, and glared at Mike.
"Then what? You've been really... serious lately."
Tre was totally apaled by Mike. Was it not normal for Tre to be serious? Was he only to be known as the 'funny' guy? Tre's jaw had dropped. He just rolled over to lay on his other side, his back now turned to Mike. He crossed his arms across his chest and bit his lip to keep from screaming. Tre was human too. He can be serious, can't he?
"Ugh! TRE! You fucking baby! You tell me what's wrong right now. Don't make me get up!"
"Pffft... You sound like my mom..."
"Well, at least you had a mom. Now, tell me what's wrong. WE've been friends for years... You don't need to hide anything." Mike's voice was so calm, peaceful, caring almost.
But it just blew Tre up. He fell off the couch (rolled off really). He sat himself up on the floor with his hands and glowered angrily at Mike.
"ME! I'm not hiding anything! You're the one who's hiding shit, Mike. I may act stupid sometimes, Mike, but that doesn't mean I am stupid."
Mike's mouth was the one who was hanging open now. But oddly enough, he wasn't hiding anything either... Tre was totally wrong.
"Good god Tre! What do you think I'm hiding? There's no Dominated Love Slaves in my basement, no teenies on the sidewalk, I mean... Come on!" Mike got up from his chair angrily. He ripped at his hair, pacing back and forth. He had nothing to hide from Tre. He stopped pacing, pointed a finger a Tre, and then at the door. "If you are gonna blame me for something... then... I-I'm just gonna leave, okay?"
A smile grew across Tre's face... Mike was hiding something... He would never be this defensive if he wasn't... "Mike.. tsk, tsk, tsk... Whoever yells the loudest is the most guilty..." Tre wagged a finger at Mike. Mike put his hands on his hips, rolled his eyes, and tsked loudly.
"Ugh... Tre... I'm not hiding anything okay?" Mike was getting flustered, face reddening. He knew he was caught. But what could he say? Tre always got to him, very easily.
"HA! I got you, haven't I? Now, just tell me... heh... I'm good..."
Tre leaned his back against the couch, still sitting comfortably on the carpet. Mike sat down next to him.
"Yes..." He admitted, slightly laughing in his embarrassment, "You get me everytime, Tre." But Mike's smirk suddenly died off his face. He had just realized the true hardness of his situation. It was bad, real bad. It would hurt the man sitting next to him so badly, break his heart.... Maybe even kill him...
How could he tell his best friend he had slept with his girlfriend?
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